In his previous life, as the leader of the Black Soul Group, Louis did a lot of tricks against newcomers, such as recommending newcomers to cut down the old lady first when they entered the high wall.

Watching the newcomers cry helplessly in the face of the dancers, and when the screenshot is crazy in the group, Louis can always let out a bad and cheerful smile.

After all, watching people suffer is part of the joy.

"You will be retribution!!! Newcomers always say this, but Louis has never believed in fate, who believes in retribution these days?

But now, looking at the dancer in front of him, Louis's eyes moistened.

Perhaps, this is retribution.

He swallowed hard, this thing must not be good today.

In his sight, the dancer struggled through the black mist, broke free of her inexplicable restraints, and then landed gracefully and lightly on the ground.

Like the knights sent out by Pope Salivan, the dancer's body is almost beastly. Her body was out of proportion, her slender body was slumped, and her arms and legs were overly slender. The overlay armor on her head completely obscured her face, which should be said to be a good thing, and her appearance must have been seriously damaged by the beast, so it can be regarded as retaining the last trace of dignity.

The dancer held a flaming sword in her left hand, about the length of her arm. The sunlight pouring down from the dome shone on her sword, and the cold cold light flickered, making people feel chills in their hearts.

For no apparent reason, a message peculiar to the ashes came to his mind.

There is a tun part in front, so it's time for the tongue.

Louis shook his head, throwing the untimely astringent admonition out of his head, and stared at the dancer tightly in case she swooped out.

The dancer's steps were light and graceful, and she was not as aggressive as the others, and from the moment she emerged from the black fog of the dome, she kept pacing around the church, as if enjoying the long-lost, unfettered freedom.

In the whole church, there was a deathly silence, and only the crisp sound of the dancers pacing could be heard.

Suddenly, a wind blew from outside the church, and at the same time, the dancer's figure also moved, her curved sword raised high, and she stepped on her slender legs and slashed at Louis's head!

Louis dared to be careless, and hurriedly recited a spell to protect himself.

“Protego！ (Armor Protection)"

There was a tremendous force from his wand, which shook his arm with a faint ache, and for the first time he felt a little overwhelmed.

He knew very well that he could only receive two such attacks at most, and if he did more, his armor would be broken.

*You have gained 2000 armor protection proficiency.

He hurriedly rolled on a lazy donkey and ran away, and the wind behind him was like a knife, making his back cold.

With a bang, the dancer's curved sword slashed to the ground with a muffled sound.

True to her nickname as the dancer of Cold Valley, she twisted in an incredible arc and stretched out her right hand, which was not holding a sword, to catch Louis.

Louis rolled on the donkey again and escaped the clutches.

It can only be said that evasion, although shameful, is indeed quite useful.

If you get caught, the next move must be pierced through the heart by a sword with a curved sword, don't ask, asking is to be caught dozens of times in the game.

“Sectumsempra！ (Shadowless)! ”

The sharp spell flashed with a ghostly light and slashed at the dancer's head.

*You have gained 1000 Blade Shadowless Mastery.

It's the real world, there's no such thing as a health bar in the game, and Louis has no way of knowing exactly what kind of damage his spell is doing to the dancer.

The dancer received a blow from Louis, and the covered helmet on her head was cut into a tiny cut. She seemed to be in pain, and her curved sword swept away, but Louis dodged quickly, and her curved sword slashed at the pillar, breaking the stone pillar with a bang.

Louis looked at the broken pillar and feared for a moment, if the sword slashed at him, he would be ready to reopen.

He didn't hesitate, turned his head and continued to run, and sure enough, the dancer swept and immediately received a roundabout slash.

Louis decided not to leave his hand alone, and distanced himself, and beckoned seven or eight spells to the dancer's head in a row, without the slightest pity for the jade.

The dancer struck the chair where Louis had been standing, under the spell.

Louis is running, the dancer is chasing, a knife is fast, a knife is slow, and seven swords are fired at him in a row, each sword is as ghostly as a maggot on the tarsal bone, and it is dangerous to rub against Louis closely, and there is no space for him to release the spell, and the sense of oppression is strong to the extreme.

There had never been a moment when he was more eager to learn to apparage than he was now.

What kind of master is it if you don't flash, bastard!

His robe was also torn, so he simply took it off and threw it aside, which was very in the way anyway. When the dancer was running and undressing, he half-knelt on the ground, twisted his right hand, pulled out an orange-red flame from the ground, and pinched it hard.

The explosion knocked Louis to the head, and the dancer followed suit, and the sword stabbed hard, and Louis wrestled backwards, and the sword stabbed into the ground between his legs with the wind.

He was in a cold sweat, a carp turned over from the ground and ran without looking back, without looking at it, his hand reached out to the back to face the dancer, and he frantically put the blade without a shadow.

Damn, it's just ten centimeters, it's ten centimeters! The senior sister is going to be widowed......

Do you know how much a prickly can hurt an eleven-year-old?

The dancer no longer chased Luis, but was half-kneeling on the ground again, a black mist rising around her body, devouring the spell that was being shot at her. The dancer's right hand pressed to the ground, and she slowly pulled out a straight sword that was almost identical to the original from the black mist!

The veil behind her head fluttered like a ghost, her arms raised, and her strange limbs twisted into a twisted arc.

The woman who had once been as soft as water, dancing the lightest dance in the world, her body swirling constantly, and she danced her two straight swords like windmills, gracefully sending Louis an invitation to the Hellball.

Louis really used his strength to feed, and he believed that even Bolt would not want to run faster than he is now.

After all, there was not a single resentful girl behind Bolt wielding a double sword.

The sword wind brought by the dancer blew all the tables and chairs in her path to pieces, and Louis had no choice but to flee for his life.

At this time, his legs began to disobey the call, and a rough feeling with the smell of rust slowly welled up in his throat.

After all, people are not like ashes in the game, there are no green bars......

Without adequate rest, physical strength cannot be replenished.

The dancer also seemed to be dizzy, she lowered her head, and her movements stalled. Louis took advantage of this opportunity, and several blades slashed at her covered helmet again, cutting off the veils.

Between the lightning and flint, the dancer who was hit Huo Di raised her head, jumped high at a twisted angle, and curled her sword straight to Louis's throat!

At this time, Louis was already unavoidable, and the dancer's movements were so rapid that he leaned against the only remaining pillar and had no room to dodge.

He could only watch the dancer's two swift swords, shining with cold light and stabbing at his throat.

In the eyes of the dancer, the pocket ash in front of him seemed to have exhausted all means, and his two curved swords had completely sealed all his retreats.

A trace of inexplicable regret flashed in her cold heart, which had long been sealed by the Pope.

What a pity......